My dear sir, you really are too bountiful.

My mother desires her very best compliments and regards, and a thousand thanks, and says you really quite oppress her." "We consider our Hartfield pork," replied Mr.Woodhouse--"indeed it certainly is, so very superior to all other pork, that Emma and I cannot have a greater pleasure than--" "Oh! my dear sir, as my mother says, our friends are only too good to us.

If ever there were people who, without having great wealth themselves, had every thing they could wish for, I am sure it is us.
We may well say that 'our lot is cast in a goodly heritage.' Well, Mr.
Knightley, and so you actually saw the letter; well--" "It was short--merely to announce--but cheerful, exulting, of course."-- Here was a sly glance at Emma.

"He had been so fortunate as to--I forget the precise words--one has no business to remember them.

The information was, as you state, that he was going to be married to a Miss Hawkins.